The love of family is what anchors us through life. Family is imperfect and messy and often we spend hours with therapists weeding through what to keep and work to redeem and what to let go.
We met this family on top of a Colorado mountain and moved through the tall grasses and yellow Aspens, watching them connect and relax and hold each other close. I especially love the way the momma holds her babies and looks deep into their eyes, maybe even glimpsing their souls.
